The House Across The Street • L.S.

18.

Harry convinced Louis that he couldn't sleep on the couch for a second night in a row and that Harry was perfectly comfortable with sharing a bed with him. Louis really hated being on that damn couch, so he agreed. 

Louis was already laying on one side of the bed, leaving the entire other side for Harry once he was finished with his century long shower. Louis bought his favorite shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. All scented a soft fruity smell. He knew Harry probably did all the things a typical girl would do in the shower and he knew all about how long it takes girls to shower having grown up with so many sisters. 

Louis was messing around on his laptop while he waited, truthfully, he needed this alone time to get some work done on his laptop. Louis was very smart and started investing his money at an early age, so he was doing some check ups on his various investment accounts and moving some money around. He hadn't told Harry, but he was planning on buying a house soon. Something that had 2 or 3 bedrooms, and the main reason was because he wanted to invite Fizzy to stay with him. 

Fizzy was an incredibly talented photographer, she has been saving up to buy a professional camera and hopefully take some photography lessons. Since Louis and his siblings grew up in such a large family, his Mum and stepdad never had much money to spare so they were never given any money for college. There was a school for photographer in Holmes Chapel that he knows Fizzy would jump at the chance to attend. 

Harry tiptoed into the bedroom where he saw Louis laying on the bed in front of him, his laptop propped up against his thighs, blocking him from even knowing Harry was standing there. He made his way to the empty side of the bed and crawled in, finally grabbing the attention of Louis. 

Louis couldn't stop staring at the beautiful boy climbing into his bed. He had on a lose pink silk top with lace embroidered around the neckline and bottom, the thin strap falling off one of the boys shoulder. A short pair of matching bottoms hugged the boys hips, leaving about an inch or two of space between the bottom of the shirt and the top of the shorts, revealing Harrys soft pale stomach. 

Louis took in every detail of the boy who consumed his heart. The way his curls fell in front of his eyes, brushing against his long eyelashes. The beautiful way his lips were always curled up at the edges, almost as if he was always smiling. His hands were tiny and his fingers were delicate and thin. His thighs were smooth and soft. The boy had no muscle, but his body was so perfectly proportioned that it didn't matter. He looked soft and precious over his entire body. 

"Uh you're staring at me" Harry pulled Louis out of his trance, smirking mischievously. "Am I pretty, Lou?" Harry asked, sitting up on his knees and showing Louis the full outfit. Harry loved watching Louis look at him, he loved seeing the older man blush and bite his lip. He loved being the cause of his confusion and frustration. So he decided to test it. 

"Well? Am I pretty?" He asked again, Louis not breaking his gaze on the boys thighs. 

"Very" He finally let out. 

"How pretty?" Harry bent down, now on his hands and knees on the bed crawling closer to Louis who had moved his laptop over the growing bulge even his thick sweat pants couldn't hide. 

"The prettiest" 

Harry bit his lip, now inches from Louis. "I don't believe you. Will you show me how pretty I am?" Harry asked, innocent as can be. Before he could say another word, Louis had sat up and pushed Harry down onto the bed, his muscular arms on either side of the boys face. "You're being so bad" Louis growled, trying so hard to control himself and pull away. 

"Does that mean you're going to punish me?" Harry smirked, this time making the sweetest pouting face Louis had ever seen. His curls were messy on the pillow, his eyes were softly looking at Louis who was hovering over him, visibly reacting to the innocent words Harry spoke. 

"Fuck" Louis leaned in, hovering his lips right above the sweet spot on Harrys neck, causing the boy to squirm under him. "You want me to punish you, baby?" Louis lightly kissed Harrys neck sending pleasure all throughout the boys body. 

Harry felt powerless under Louis, but he loved it. He loved feeling the weight of a man as amazing as Louis on top of him. He craved it, and he never wanted it to end. He was a mess under Louis, he didn't mean to lose control of the situation. He wanted to tease Louis and watch him get flustered, instead he was under him, whining and squirming as Louis gently sucked love bites on Harrys neck. Harry let out soft moans with every kiss, and Louis couldn't get enough. 

That was until Louis immediately pulled himself off of Harry and got off the bed, he realized what he was doing and he felt such an intense wave of guilt hit him. "Oh my god Harry I'm so sorry." 

"I don't want to stop" Harry blushed. His eyes trailing down Louis' body and stopping on the bulge practically ripping through the sweat pants. "Please Louis" Harry begged, he looked so fucking desperate, and Louis was battling every nerve in his body to stop himself from pounding Harry into the mattress. "No Harry." He signed, sitting down on the edge of the bed and rubbing his face in with his hands. 

"Why not?" Harry sounded so hurt, but Louis couldn't bear to turn and look at him. "I'm not a kid and I want to" Harry pleaded, sounding as though he was seconds from tears. Louis turned around and motioned for Harry to scoot closer. 

"You are so special to me, princess. You're the first thing I think of when I wake up and the last thing I think of before I fall asleep. Even if I gave you my very best, every single day, you would still deserve so much more, Harry" 

To say the boy was shocked was an understatement, he had never heard anything like this in his life, and he wasn't sure how to respond. 

"You have no idea how badly I want this, but what I want more is to treat you the way you deserve to be treated. This is not that" Louis wipes a few tears off the boys face. "If, or when, we do this, it will be the most special of nights, and you will be treated like the delicate angel you are. I promise" Louis adds, leaning down to kiss his princess on the lips softly. 

"Have you had sex before?" Louis asks, now laying beside Harry, both staring at the ceiling. 

"No, does that make me unattractive?" He didn't want Louis to think he was a prude, he just never found himself in the position to do so. 

"Not at all, it makes you smart" Louis laughed. 

"Have you?" 

"Have I what?" 

"Had sex?" 

To be truthful, Louis had a lot of sex. He wasn't proud of it, but he lived alone and spent most nights with random girls he never cared about. He was always trying to find that special spark that everyone talked about, but he never did, until now. 

"I have" 

"When?" Harry asked, hoping the answer wouldn't break his heart. He didn't expect Louis to be exclusive with him, but he really hopes he had been. 

"Before I moved here, don't worry darling" 

"Did you love the person?" 

Louis had never loved anyone romantically. "No, I didn't" 

"Did you have sex with a lot of people?" Harry asked, not really sure why he even cared, but he was curious. 

"I did, and I regret every one of them. I don't want you to have the same regrets." Louis turned, now facing Harry, who apparently had been looking at Louis for some time now. 

"I wouldn't regret it with you" Harry blushed.

"How do you know that?" 

"Because I love you" Harry blurted out, immediately turning back on his side and staring at the ceiling. He cannot believe he just said that out loud. 

Louis reached over and pulled the boy onto his side again, this time inches away from his own body. 

"I love you too" Louis pulled Harry in closer and connected their lips once more. This time, the kiss was romantic and soft, and Harry could feel the butterflies all over his body. 

The pair fell asleep together, Louis holding Harry tightly against his chest, feeling every breath Harry let out against his skin.